Meng Lingyu looked at the sleeping Zhang Ning and couldn't help touching her face. She turned over slightly, and Meng Lingyu hurriedly withdrew her hand and helped her cover the quilt. Take out the photo album from the drawer and flip through the photos of them as children. When she was three years old, she found out that she had autism and had to take care of everything wholeheartedly, so her grandmother brought her back here to do it herself. When I was five years old, I officially took it back to my side, went to elementary school, went to junior high school, and went back here because of what happened last year.

Looking at the photo of her when she was three years old, she looked at the camera with a blank face. Looking at her now asleep, fortunately everything is fine. Thinking of the replaced longevity lock around her neck, with no markings on her body, her restless heart gradually calmed down.

She put the photo album away, turned her head and saw Zhang Ning who had woken up, looking at her sleepily. She hung up her coat and coat, went to bed and hugged her and asked, whimpering, "Will you not want your mother one day?" ”

Zhang Ning rubbed his eyes, put on his glasses, and looked at her. "Are you dreaming of Daddy again?" Touching her cold hand, he looked at her forehead in a cold sweat.

She put on her coat, took out a warm baby from the cabinet and pasted it on her, stroked her hair, and wiped the sweat from her forehead with a handkerchief. "Mom, lie down first, I'll make you brown sugar ginger tea."

Meng Lingyu's pale blue eyes looked at her resentfully, Zhang Ning turned around in oblivion, and watched her walk out with a thermos cup with a handkerchief. Good, good, who's the child, who's the mother?

At about 1 o'clock in the morning, Zhang Ning turned on the small lamp in the kitchen, put the cut ginger and red dates into the porcelain pot, put in the brown sugar and then the water, and covered the pot. She looked at the slowly boiling water and fell into deep thought. Can you find your father when you come back here? It's been missing for almost seven years, and too many of them are already wrong, and grandma is gone. Can I protect my mother? Zhang Ning came back to his senses and saw Yu An coming down with a glass of water.

Yu An walked over and asked, "Is it cooking supper?" ”

Zhang Ning shook his head and looked at the steaming pot. "It's a warm soup for women's friends."

Yu An hugged the hot boiled water, looked at her and suddenly looked a little embarrassed, lowered his head in panic and said, "Be careful, hot, go to bed early after drinking." ”

Zhang Ning noticed his expression, he was still shy, because his mother was a gynecologist. She turned off the heat and put the soup in a thermos.

"You drink some too, it's delicious." Saying that, Meng Lingyu brought the thermos cup to her mouth and wanted her to drink some too.

"Don't drink, I'm sleeping." Zhang Ning lay down and covered the quilt.

"Thank you, my child, thanks to you." Meng Lingyu looked at the steaming thermos cup, the warmth from her palm, and the fear in her heart sank.

0227, today is the 27th. She opened her eyes suddenly, since his father had been missing for 7 years, every year on February 27 at 2 a.m., there would be a different number to send out these numbers, 0227.

She walked out for a while, then came back to the bed and put down her phone. Adjust your undulating breathing, climb into bed and lie down. In the darkness, she gazed at the woman's sleeping face for a while, and could not sleep.

0227, 0227, what's hidden in this? She looked out the window at the darkness of the courtyard. She will wait for the arrival of another unfamiliar number.

It's a birthday, it's her dad's birthday today. 0227，0227。 She doesn't know if it was her father who sent it? The reply is an empty number, and the reply is always turned off.